Once I asked, why am I here? Just a pawn in this never ending game. Like a slave, a puppet I am, Being controlled by this evil being. Every day is always the same, I am subjected to excruciating pain. This darkness has infested my brain, Am I going insane? This disease which eats me away, Bit by bit, piece by piece I slowly fade. Slipping in and out of time, my strings disappear, Am I free? My freedom goes as far as an arm's length, For after being drained, I have no strength. Even though my strings are gone, I am still enslaved by this darkness. Maybe one day I may see the light, Or fall to the wickedness. Beaten and bruised, I fall victim, To the wasted life within. Waiting to die, I have served my purpose, To create another generation, who will be used to finish my unfinished work.